Beastars Hybrids Novels & Stories

He took quite a few deep breaths and cleared his throat before turning to Xavier and saying, “Alpha Xavier, it may not be appropriate to discuss formal requests at such a point, but I suppose it’s also reasonable to bring this up since I had already reached the agreement with your father, and I believe you had been acknowledged of that as well.” He paused and looked at Xavier’s deep countenance before carrying on, “We all know that the Red Moon and The Eclipse are the most powerful two packs on this continent. It will be a perfection if we can collaborate closely with each other. And the best way to bond us together is undeniably by marriage.” Xavier didn’t seem surprised. As if what the Alp

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

Light blue, like his eyes had been. Andrew's smile spread his lips as he stepped away from the newly turned vampire, his eyes roaming his body, then his fangs. Ian was no small boy, and since he hadn't been able to bring any of the real vampires, he would take a diluted blood. "Now, Ian. You belong to me."

Pleased to discuss one of his favorite subjects, he told her, “Not that we’ve seen. Both Jaymes’s citadel and mine were abandoned for many years before the Haunt took over. But the Symbionts are now at war with something they call ‘the Beasts’. They are very secretive about their business, possibly because they fear revealing weakness to us, but we do know these Beasts have driven them from the cities they built beyond the swamps. Since no one wants the swamps, it’s doubtful the war will continue if they stay within its borders, but I’d like to know what drove them there. It must be powerful, for even the Haunt found the Symbionts a challenge.” “I feel sorry for them. Being stuck in a swamp

As Carlos were about to mount on his horse, an arrow was hurled in his direction and he was swift to duck. We looked in the direction at which it was thrown and we were shocked to see three huge men with a cross mark on their forehead. We knew they were hybrids because that mark was an identification for them. They were hefty, muscular and as tall as giants. Their faces were scary and they looked aggressive as their teeth jolted out in their mouth. We knew these hybrids were part werewolves, part vampires. They are known for their strength and desire for power. They never had businesses with werewolves and Lycans but I wondered why these ones in particular were trying to attack us.

But to her greatest surprise, he pulled his cock out of her at the last minute and felt him leaving the bed. She turned around to look at him, and a cold shiver worked its way down her spine. His mask clattered to the floor, and she saw a completely different look on his face. His eyes were extremely red, like he had just turned into a beast. The beast they had told her about, but ones without claws. Before she could utter a word. He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her skin like hell.

It took me back, the feeling, to when I’d come back after a long day of playing at the city park to find that my father had been shot through the head twice, pieces of his brain matter dropping from the low ceiling of the shed and his finger still tightly coiled over the trigger as bullet cases glinted in the low light. Silver bullet cases. “Are you saying the Council Order of Elders of the mountain city has something to do with this?” I managed to grumble out through the lump that had filled the lengthy expanse of my throat. “All I knows Mr. Bayes, tis that something’s not right Lycan. We know the Hybrids can shape-shift, you've got to perform a christening once we reach the mountain city.”

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Right? "State your business, what exactly do you want?" Father stepped up like the alpha he was. "We have a wedding to return to." He took short strides till he got up in Father's face, tsking and being sinister. He really earned his title as The Hideous Beast of the West judging from the multiple scars on his chin. I wasn't too sure about the hideous part but he was definitely a ruthless monster.